Poetry Corner
A Fever Is a Blessing
By: Mary Zarief
As soon as winter sits on the weather throne, you win a fever almost every week. And though this sounds insane, each time is a new blessing!
The first week you grab a book, and decide you can still read. But the moment you open it, the words start to swim until they reach the shore, and land on your very hands, only to jump in the air and turn into people and trees that keep you company till you get better!
The next time the fever hits you, you think you should just watch TV. Ten minutes through a comedy, the actors turn into ghosts, and you feel all the lights gradually get too dim that, had you not taken your medicine, you would be sure you lived in a haunted house!
When you get feverish again, you know you have to sleep. You go straight to bed with your sore throat and your light head; too light, in fact, that your pillow becomes a cloud and flies your head in a purple sky. interstel. net
You look through the fluttering veils of your drooping eyelashes, and watch the furniture dance in your room! Now you know a fever is a blessing because no matter what you do, you always end up in Dreamland!